[Truly, Gale had not known that Oren was capable of saying this much at once.

Of course, the professor agrees with him, letting out a soft, miserable noise of assent as he accepts the pizza he's served.]

Mmn.

[He slumps forward against the counter to lean on one elbow as he draws the paper plate closer to him with one finger.]

I don't disagree. I'm sure it will come as no surprise when I say that was not planned by any stretch. It just—

[It had just come out in a heated moment. Oren was right, he couldn't help himself.

He sighs. That, he truly wishes he had done differently.]

I don't quite know how we got there.